St. Patrick’s Day: A Recipe & a Poem

For St. Patrick’s Day this year, I come bearing gifts: a quick and easy recipe for my sister’s Irish Soda Bread, and a poem to read whilst the bread is baking, or to improve upon your enjoyment of the bread later this evening with tea, toasted, with butter and perhaps a bit of Orange Saffron Preserve (which has been my favorite way to enjoy my soda bread this past week). And that’s it. Just simple, comforting stuff, which feels like just what we need these days. Nothing elaborate, nothing too celebratory, as that’s a mood I’ve just not been feeling lately. But good bread and poetry: these are things that bring me a bit of joy. Maybe they’ll help you feel better, too.

MARIETTA’S IRISH SODA BREAD

5 cups flour (plus up to an additional cup, depending on stickiness of dough)
3 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
¾ teaspoon baking soda
6 tablespoons butter or shortening
1 cup raisins
1 tablespoon caraway seeds (optional)
2 eggs, beaten (reserve 1 tablespoon for later)
1 ½ cups milk (or buttermilk, if you have it)

If you’re using a stand mixer, place all ingredients in the mixing bowl (except for reserved tablespoon of egg) and mix. Start with 5 cups of flour, adding up to an additional cup, if necessary, if dough is sticky. Next, using dough hook, knead in bowl for a minute or so.

If, like me, you have to mix things by hand, mix flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, and baking soda in a large bowl. With a pastry blender, cut in butter or shortening until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Stir in raisins and caraway seeds. Add beaten eggs (be sure to reserve 1 tablespoon of beaten egg for later), and then add the milk or buttermilk. Mix well. If the dough is very sticky, add up to 1 additional cup of flour, a little at a time.

Meanwhile, preheat oven to 350 F and butter a 2-quart round casserole; set aside. Flour a board and turn out dough onto it; knead for about a minute. Shape into a ball. Place the dough in the casserole, and in the center of the dough, with a sharp knife, cut a cross about 4” long and ½” deep. Brush dough with reserved egg.

Bake about 1 hour and 20 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the bread comes out dry. Cool in casserole on wire rack for 10 minutes, then remove from the casserole and cool further on rack.

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The Stolen Child
by William Butler Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

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Mike Scott and the Waterboys set the poem to music late in the last century, and that is worth a listen today, as well. And so, Céad míle fáilte. A hundred thousand welcomes. St. Patrick’s Day blessings upon you and yours and upon us all.

Take note that our shop will be closed for the rest of March, but we will reopen again on the First Saturday of April, and indeed all the Saturdays of April, for our Springtide Saturdays series. Your online orders are still welcome, and we will be filling orders this week, but orders placed on March 20 or later won’t be filled until the first week of April.

We also have two in-house workshops coming up this spring! Collagraph Printmaking with instructor Kim Spivey is on Sunday April 6, and I’ll be teaching a workshop called Pure Bookbinding (these are books made without adhesive) on Sunday May 4.

A Pancake Supper, and the Entry to Lent

Lent, it seems, has been a long time coming this year. It has, indeed, for most often this movable season of penitence arrives in February and here we are now, well into the first week of March. It’s also, you must admit, if you are an old Democrat like me, been a very long few weeks since the 20th of January. There are those who view Lent as a time of trial and travail, and it has most definitely felt this way in recent weeks for those of us who see the world in a very different way than do the current folks in charge. I’m in for a long four years.

But I’ve never seen Lent in this same dreary way. Yes, we make some sacrifices, if skipping meat on Fridays is to be seen as one. We eat fish on Fridays, or lentils, or pasta fagioli, but none of this feels to me like a sacrifice. I’m very content eating meals like this. And I know people give things up for Lent, but I was not brought up with this tradition. Some of the most important things I’ve ever done in my life have happened during Lent, like the year I brought my grandma, Assunta, to church every night during Lent for Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament. It was the year after Grandpa died, and it meant the world to Grandma to go every night, and we would stay, she and I, deep into the night in the little chapel, along with other pilgrims in this world. It was lovely. Father Seamus used to talk about “sins of omission,” as opposed to “sins of commission” –– the good things we fail to do, as opposed to the bad things we’ve done –– and his ideas have long resonated with me. I think of Lent as a time to perhaps do things you might not do (like take your grandmother to church every night for 40 nights), and I’m not so concerned about the things I might be missing because of Lent.

Be that as it may, it’s not Lent quite yet. That comes tomorrow, with Ash Wednesday. Today is Shrove Tuesday. It is the final day of the Carnival season that comes between Christmas and Lent each year, and it is a night, traditionally, when pancakes are on the table for supper. This is a tradition I fully support, and Seth & I: we are planning on two kinds of pancakes tonight: regular fluffy buttermilk pancakes for dinner, with bacon, and then later tonight, with our late night tea, Swedish pancakes, which are more like crepes. (There is a debate each year out in the world about which pancakes are the proper ones to eat on Shrove Tuesday; our approach, this year, is to eat both varieties.)

So, why the pancakes on this last night before Lent? Those who think Lent is a big sacrifice nowadays would most likely have been positively suffering through the season in years past. There was a time when the Lenten fast was much stricter. No eggs, no dairy, no meat at all… pancakes for supper on Shrove Tuesday was a ceremonial way of using up the last of the eggs, the last of the milk, the last of the sugar. In parts of Germany, the tradition calls not for pancakes tonight but for doughnuts! There, the night is known as Fasnacht or Faschnacht. And the Swedes: They will be eating semlor today: sweet buns scented with cardamom and filled with almond paste and cream. The day in Sweden is known as Fettisdagen: the same Fat Tuesday idea that gives us another common name for the day: Mardi Gras. The idea is the same, no matter where you are: using up all the remaining lard, sugar, eggs, and butter before Lent begins.

Seth and I, we will eat our pancakes tonight (both the American kind and the Swedish kind) with festivity and in good spirit, and in the morning, if we have it in us, we will approach that altar to have ashes smeared on our foreheads with the spoken reminder: Remember man that thou are dust and to dust you shall return. We are made of the stuff of this earth and we shall return to it. If nothing else, these forty days that follow tonight’s pancake supper will hopefully remind us that life is short, and we would do well to live the time we have with compassion and kindness for our fellow human beings, and to love each day, and, as we like to say here, to live the ceremony of each day, too. These are the things we feel are good and the things we feel are right.

 

COME TO THE SHOP!
Locals: the shop is open Saturdays from 11 AM to 4 PM at 1110 North G Street, Lake Worth Beach, FL 33460. (Do take note, though, that we’ll be closed Saturday March 22 and Saturday March 29.) And we’ve got two special events for you in March. First up, it’s our St. Patrick Market on Saturday & Sunday, March 8 & 9, from 11 AM to 4 PM each day. We’ll be playing Celtic music and featuring our offerings for St. Patrick’s Day and for St. Brigid’s Day and serving my sister’s homemade Irish soda bread and our own Löfbergs Swedish Coffee while you shop. The following week, come back for our San Giuseppe Market on Friday evening, March 14, from 5:30 to 8:30 PM, and on Saturday, March 15, from 11 AM to 4 PM. At this event, we’ll be playing Italian music and featuring our offerings from Italy and serving our Löfbergs Coffee with my sister’s homemade Zeppole di San Giuseppe, the classic Italian pastry that we enjoy once each year to celebrate St. Joseph’s Day. (If you wonder if perhaps my sister, Marietta, is a great baker, you’d be right to think so.) Both events should be great fun. You’ll love what we have in store for you! As for the rest of you, you’ll find all these offerings (minus the soda bread and zeppole, sorry) when you visit our online shop. We appreciate your support! (Click the images below to make them larger.)

 

Image: Annual Pancake Day Dance at Trewern (Wales). Photograph, February 10, 1940, by Geoff Charles. [Creative Commons via Wikimedia Commons, The National Library of Wales.]

Daffodils, or Your March Book of Days

And now it is March. The month begins this year with a new moon and Ramadan, the lunar monthlong celebration in the Islamic calendar focused on daytime fasting, good deeds, and prayer. It’s a holiday dependent on the local first sighting of the crescent moon, so it began yesterday in some places, and begins today in others, and possibly even tomorrow in yet other places. All month long, observers will enjoy a big meal, called suhoor, each day before the sun rises, and won’t take any food or water until the sun sets. When it does, the fast is broken usually with a date, and then another big meal, this one called iftar. And so it will go, all through the lunar month, through all the phases of the moon, until the sighting of the next crescent moon, when Ramadan ends and Eid al-Fitr begins: three days of feasting and gift-giving and remembrance of all that Ramadan taught us.

Whilst Ramadan is a movable holiday, one that comes earlier and earlier each year, one constant holiday on the First of March each year is St. David’s Day. The day is sacred to Wales. It’s a day for leeks and daffodils, but even better: for Welsh Cakes. Here’s our recipe; serve the cakes with strong tea with milk and sugar:

W E L S H   C A K E S

It’s not uncommon to find recipes for Welsh Cakes that call for regular granulated sugar, butter, and nutmeg, but the traditional recipe will add lard to the mix, use caster sugar in place of the regular sugar, and will be flavored with the more mysterious flavor of mace. If you want the best Welsh Cakes, stick to the traditional version. If you can’t find caster sugar, make your own: pulse regular granulated sugar in a blender until very fine. Do not use powdered confectioners’ sugar, which has added corn starch.

3 cups all purpose flour
½ cup caster sugar
1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon ground mace
½ teaspoon cinnamon
½ teaspoon salt
6 tablespoons lard
6 tablespoons butter
¾ cup dried currants
2 eggs, beaten lightly
3 to 4 tablespoons milk
granulated sugar

Whisk together the flour, caster sugar, baking powder, mace, cinnamon, and salt in a mixing bowl, then work in the butter and lard with your fingers until the mixture has the texture of course crumbs. It’s ok if some larger chunks of butter remain. Mix in the currants. Add the beaten egg, working it into the mixture, adding just enough milk to form a soft dough that is not too sticky. Wrap; chill in the refrigerator for 30 minutes or until you are ready to make the cakes.

Turn the dough out onto a floured board and roll to a thickness of about ¼”. Using a biscuit cutter (scalloped, if you have one), cut into rounds. Gather up any remnants to roll out again and cut more cakes.

Heat a lightly buttered skillet (cast iron works great) over low to medium heat, cooking the cakes until each side is lightly browned (about 3 to 4 minutes… if they’re cooking quicker than that, lower the heat). Let the cakes cool for a minute or two, then set each in a bowl of granulated sugar, allowing sugar to coat both sides and the edges. Best served warm, split, with butter and jam, or, for a more savory treat, with cheese and leeks, at a table set with a small vase of daffodils.

The daffodils are traditional for St. David’s Day in Wales, as are leeks, and if you’re there today, you may find folks wearing one or the other in their lapels. The legend of the leeks goes back to an ancient battle in Wales in which St. David himself is said to have advised the Welsh troops to wear leeks in their caps in order to distinguish themselves from the Saxon troops they were fighting. This animosity between the Celtic Welsh and the Saxon-descended English went on for some time, and there’s an old story about a man traveling on horseback in the north of Wales who comes to a river that he wishes to cross. There was another fellow working the field nearby, so the man on horseback asked, in English, if it was safe to cross the river and the laborer replied, in English, that it was indeed. The horse, however, knew better, and refused to pass into the river. So the man upon the horse asked the laborer once again if it was safe to cross the river, this time in Welsh. “Oh, I beg your pardon, sir,” said the man on the ground. “I thought you were an Englishman.”

Let’s hope the animosity has by now subsided. I love leeks, but it’s the daffodils that I’ve chosen to focus upon for your Convivio Book of Days calendar for March. The calendar is our monthly gift to you, a printable PDF and a fine companion to this blog. March this year will be dominated by the forty days of Lent, and on Tuesday night, we’ll be eating pancakes for Shrove Tuesday, the night that brings an end to the Carnival season. Ash Wednesday the next morning will usher in our annual season of penitence: a season that came out of necessity in times past, but this year, perhaps this somber time has its place for those of us who feel a need to step back from the madness of the world. Forty days to attempt to make sense of what’s become of things, to reflect, to reset, to understand what is most important to us and to decide how we wish to live our lives: by the strange examples we see daily these days from the people who are supposed to be role models and exemplars of respect and integrity and compassion, or by our own internal compass that comes from both spine and heart.

COME TO THE SHOP!
Locals: the shop is open Saturdays from 11 AM to 4 PM at 1110 North G Street, Lake Worth Beach, FL 33460. (Do take note, though, that we’ll be closed Saturday March 22 and Saturday March 29.) And we’ve got two special events for you in March. First up, it’s our St. Patrick Market on Saturday & Sunday, March 8 & 9, from 11 AM to 4 PM each day. We’ll be playing Celtic music and featuring our offerings for St. Patrick’s Day and for St. Brigid’s Day and serving homemade Irish soda bread and our own Löfbergs Swedish Coffee while you shop. The following week, come back for our San Giuseppe Market on Friday evening, March 14, from 5:30 to 8:30 PM, and on Saturday, March 15, from 11 AM to 4 PM. At this event, we’ll be playing Italian music and featuring our offerings from Italy and serving our Löfbergs Coffee with homemade Zeppole di San Giuseppe, the classic Italian pastry that we enjoy once each year to celebrate St. Joseph’s Day. Both events should be great fun. You’ll love what we have in store for you! As for the rest of you, you’ll find all these offerings (minus the soda bread and zeppole, sorry) when you visit our online shop. We appreciate your support! (Click the images below to make them larger.)

Image: Daffodils in a Vase by John Singer Sargent. Oil on canvas, circa early 1890s [Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.]